After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

As soon as I got on the bus.

Before Jiang Ye could even fasten his seatbelt...

Han Qingru then handed the small black cardboard box that she had been carefully carrying in her right hand directly to Jiang Ye.

"Here, this is for you."

Han Qingru spoke casually, as naturally as if she were handing Jiang Ye a bottle of mineral water.

Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment.

He looked at the well-made black leather suitcase in front of him, which had a string of foreign logos he didn't recognize printed on it, and took it with some doubt.

"What's this? Sis, you flew all the way back from Thailand and brought me a gift?"

"Why don't you just open it and see?" Han Qingru leaned back in her leather seat, crossed her arms, and looked at him with a half-smile.

With a hint of curiosity, Jiang Ye pressed the metal clasp on the suitcase.

A soft "click" sounded.

The suitcase slowly opened.

When Jiang Ye saw what was inside, his pupils contracted sharply, and he froze instantly.

It lay quietly inside the black velvet lining.

It was a cool motorcycle full-face helmet!

The helmet's main color is matte black, with intricate totem patterns outlined in dark gold lines.

Most importantly, on the side of the helmet, a flamboyant English name was signed in a gold marker.

Although Jiang Ye doesn't usually pay much attention to motorcycle racing, he recognized the signature at a glance!

This is the autograph of the legendary rider who won the world's top motorcycle championship (MotoGP) for three consecutive years!

This helmet is a limited edition commemorative piece released worldwide by the brand to celebrate the driver's three consecutive championships.

There are only ninety-nine of them in the entire world!

You can't buy it even if you have money; it's purely a symbol of status and access!

"this……"

Jiang Ye held the helmet, his hands trembling slightly.

He looked up, staring at Han Qingru with a face full of shock.

"Sis, this...this is too valuable! How did you get it?"

Han Qingru couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at Jiang Ye's naive and unworldly demeanor.

"I know you like riding motorcycles. A while ago, we had a client from Thailand who was a major sponsor of that motorcycle team."

"I mentioned it casually, and he found a way to get one for me. I thought your BMW GS has such a large engine displacement, and you usually ride it recklessly, so a regular helmet wouldn't be safe, so I brought it back for you."

At this point, Han Qingru's expression suddenly turned serious.

She stretched out her slender finger and poked Jiang Ye's forehead hard.

"I'm warning you, Jiang Ye!"

"I bought you a helmet, but you better watch how you ride your bike from now on!"

"Are you kidding me riding a motorcycle with such a large engine? It's like flesh wrapped in metal; even a slight bump or knock can be fatal!"

"If you dare to wander off into those deep mountains and forests alone again, and post those terrifying things on social media, you'll see what I do to you!"

Hearing Han Qingru's stern warning.

Jiang Ye's heart felt instantly filled with a warm current.

Surprise, emotion, and a bittersweet feeling.

He knows Han Qingru too well.

Han Qingru had always been against him riding a motorcycle, thinking it was too dangerous and unsafe.

Every time he posted a cycling video on his WeChat Moments, Han Qingru would not like it, but she would often send him messages on WeChat to nag him.

but.

She is an older sister who absolutely hates motorcycles and is extremely worried about his safety.

Yet, for his little hobby, he was willing to use his connections and channels to carefully bring this precious, space-consuming limited edition helmet all the way back to China from Thailand.

They didn't even trust the shipping company; they insisted on carrying the goods themselves.

No matter how fiercely she scolded him, in her heart, he was always the one she doted on the most.

"sister……"

Jiang Ye carefully put the helmet back into the suitcase, turned his head, and looked intently at Han Qingru.

"Thank you."

"In this world, no one has ever been this good to me except you."

"Alright, alright, stop trying to sweet-talk me."

Han Qingru felt a little uncomfortable under Jiang Ye's affectionate gaze, and a slight blush rose on her cheeks.

She deliberately put on a stern face and turned her head to look out the window.

"Hurry up and drive! I've been on a plane for over ten hours and I'm starving. You have to treat me to a good meal today, or I'm taking this helmet back."

"Alright! What does Sister Ru want to eat? Whether it flies in the sky or swims in the water, as long as it's available in Hanzhou, your little brother will arrange it all for you today!"

Jiang Ye immediately put on a fawning smile and started the car.

"Sis, you look absolutely stunning today! At the airport, I saw several men staring at you, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets."

Jiang Ye drove while unleashing a torrent of compliments.

"I was thinking, 'Where did this international superstar come from?' But when I got closer, oh my god, it was my stunningly beautiful Sister Ru!"

"With your charisma and figure, you'd be more than capable of starring in a Hollywood movie. Aren't those mine owners in Thailand lining up to send you flowers every day?"

"Jiang Ye! If you keep talking nonsense, believe me, I'll tear your mouth off!"

Han Qingru was amused by Jiang Ye's exaggerated praise. She turned her head and glared at Jiang Ye, but she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes.

While waiting at the traffic light, Jiang Ye turned his head and quietly looked at Han Qingru.

He discovered that Han Qingru's smile was truly beautiful.

Those usually shrewd and capable peach blossom eyes were now curved into two charming crescent moons.

Her eyes were slightly upturned, exuding a unique charm and allure characteristic of a mature woman.

A faint blush rose on her fair cheeks from laughing, like a ripe peach that made one want to take a bite.

Jiang Ye's heart skipped a beat again, uncontrollably.

He quickly looked away, focusing on the road ahead, pretending to concentrate on driving.

But all I could see in my mind was Han Qingru's bright and charming smile from just now.

……

After half an hour.

The Bentley Flying Spur came to a smooth stop in front of "Sea Flavor," the most prestigious seafood restaurant in Hanju City.

This restaurant operates on a strict membership system; without a reservation, you simply cannot get in.

But Jiang Ye was a top VIP here, and as soon as the manager saw his car, he immediately came out to greet him and led the two to the most luxurious private room with the best view and the quietest atmosphere.

After the two sat down...

Jiang Ye didn't even look at the menu; he simply waved his hand and ordered a whole table of the most expensive and best seafood.

Australian lobsters, king crabs, top-quality bluefin tuna sashimi, and all sorts of deep-sea shellfish whose names I don't know.

The table was piled high with food.

"Are you crazy? You ordered so much! How are we going to finish it?"

Looking at the lavish dishes on the table, Han Qingru couldn't help but complain.

"If you can't finish it, just take it home."

Jiang Ye smiled nonchalantly, picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of the fattest tuna sashimi, and put it into Han Qingru's bowl.

"Sis, you eat Tom Yum soup and curry crab every day in Thailand, you must be tired of it by now. Eat more today, it'll help you recover."

Han Qingru rolled her eyes at him, but didn't refuse. She picked up the sashimi and ate it elegantly.